Chapter 59: The Elusive Saintly Herb

Chapter 59: The Elusive Saintly Herb

"It's Quasi-Sect Heir Chen Feng!"

"Senior Brother Chen, be careful!"

Several Huntian Sect disciples recognized the approaching figure and cried out in alarm.

Two sword beams slashed from the left and right, while a blade light exploded horizontally, sealing off all avenues of evasion.

Faced with this deadly assault, Chen Feng's expression remained utterly calm, as serene as drifting clouds.

His figure was instantly cleaved in half by the blade light, shattered into nothingness.

Yet, the Tian Dao Sect disciple showed no trace of joy—instead, his face twisted in horror.

Beside him, a dazzling sword beam, sharp enough to pierce metal and shatter stone, shot forth with terrifying speed and precision. It stabbed directly through the side of his skull, piercing clean through.

Simultaneously, Chen Feng lashed out with a kick.

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The overwhelming force of the kick sent the corpse flying, crashing heavily into another enemy.

His figure blurred into an afterimage, evading another sword thrust.

Chen Feng then charged toward another opponent, sword in hand.

Each life-and-death battle honed his already-exquisite swordsmanship, as if breaking through some invisible shackle, making it even more fluid and alive.

Every movement felt instinctive, as though his body moved on its own.

Divinely aided!

"Senior Brother Chen is incredible!"

"Stop gawking—help him!"

The Huntian Sect disciples snapped out of their daze and joined the fray.

Before long, the disciples of Juejian Palace and Tian Dao Sect lay dead at Chen Feng's feet.

"The three Sect Heir Candidates of Juejian Palace... will never let you go!"

"The three Sect Heir Candidates of Tian Dao Sect... will avenge us!"

These were the final words of the fallen disciples.

They sounded oddly familiar, making the Huntian Sect disciples want to laugh—though none dared.

"Core Disciple of Yaoguang Peak..."

Aside from the one who had already perished, the remaining four Huntian Sect disciples bowed deeply in gratitude.

"No need for formalities. Harvest the Chixia Fruits first," Chen Feng instructed briskly while swiftly looting the corpses.

Ten prodigies, each bearing an Innate Divine Trait, had their divine traits devoured by the Divine Talisman Of Creation—with a few fragments siphoned to Chen Feng himself.

It was as though the tome feasted on the main course while he sipped the broth.

Chen Feng harbored no resentment. Without the Divine Talisman Of Creation, he would still be languishing in the Huntian Dao Academy of the Great Xia Kingdom, with no hope of rising above mediocrity.

Still, he couldn't help but wonder: What purpose did the tome have in absorbing so much innate divine power?

A pity they couldn't communicate.

Otherwise, he would have demanded answers.

He refrained from absorbing the Innate Divine Trait of the fallen Huntian Sect disciple.

Long ago, he had resolved only to seize the divine traits of his enemies—never those of his allies. This principle kept his heart steadfast, unswayed by greed.

Twenty Chixia Fruits glowed crimson, each exuding astonishing spiritual energy. Their radiant hues shimmered like twilight, breathtakingly beautiful.

"Senior Brother Chen..."

The four disciples reluctantly extended the fruits toward him, their eyes lingering with longing.

Yet, their lives had been saved by Chen Feng.

Without hesitation, Chen Feng waved his hand and collected twelve of them.

"The rest is for you to divide," Chen Feng said unhurriedly.

The four Huntian Sect disciples froze momentarily before quickly snapping back to reality, each taking two Chixia Fruits.

As Core Disciples, the resources they received naturally paled in comparison to those of True Disciples. After three years in the sect, they had only reached the Eleventh Transformation of the Body Forging Realm. To advance further or break through to the Aperture Opening Realm, they needed considerable resources—ones they had to obtain themselves.

"Thank you, Senior Brother Chen!"

The four expressed their gratitude profusely.

"By the way, Senior Brother Chen, Tianyuan Sacred Land has allied with other factions to target our Huntian Sect. This news must reach our fellow disciples," one of them added.

"If you encounter others from the Huntian Sect, inform them," Chen Feng replied. "I won’t be traveling with you."

After bidding farewell, Chen Feng continued his journey in search of the elixir of longevity. The twelve Chixia Fruits had been an unexpected boon.

"Having devoured ten more Innate Divine Traits, the gains may seem minor, but both my physique and Force have improved."

As he traveled, Chen Feng quietly assessed the changes within himself.

The more Innate Divine Traits the Divine Talisman Of Creation absorbed, the more he benefited—even if only slightly each time. Over time, these small increments would accumulate into a qualitative transformation.

Even now, Chen Feng could feel that his foundation and strength had improved by roughly 30% compared to when he first entered the Hidden Dragon Secret Realm.

A 30% increase in less than a day—how astonishing!

And this was without any advancement in cultivation realm.

Many prodigies with divine traits had entered the Hidden Dragon Secret Realm. Though he wasn’t deranged enough to slaughter and devour them all, conflicts were inevitable.

Once he absorbed their divine traits, he wondered just how much his foundation and strength would grow.

The stronger he became, the more capable he would be of crushing powerful foes.

A deeper foundation meant greater potential, leading to more significant breakthroughs and higher future achievements.

His original foundation already rivaled that of some prodigies with Saint-Grade Divine Traits. If he continued improving, could he match—or even surpass—those monstrous talents with God-Grade Divine Traits?

The possibilities were limitless!

Then, Chen Feng recalled the Sect Heir Candidates mentioned by the deceased disciples of Juejian Palace and Tian Dao Sect.

"This time, our Huntian Sect sent two at the Twelfth Transformation of the Body Forging Realm into the Hidden Dragon Secret Realm, while Juejian Palace and Tian Dao Sect each sent three..." Chen Feng narrowed his eyes, a cold glint flashing within them as a trace of solemnity surfaced.

Breaking through to the Twelfth Transformation of the Body Forging Realm was no easy feat.

Given the Huntian Sect’s continuous decline over the years, it was no surprise they lagged behind Juejian Palace and Tian Dao Sect.

"I wonder how my current strength compares to those at the Twelfth Transformation?"

"Could I hold my own against them?"

Even with his recent improvements, Chen Feng wasn’t entirely confident.

He pressed onward, searching relentlessly.

Along the way, he encountered members of other factions—some from the Ten Great Powers, others from First-Class Powers.

Most bore no hostility toward the Huntian Sect, so they didn’t attack Chen Feng, and in turn, he left them unharmed.

Thus, they coexisted peacefully.

"Already a day and a half has passed..."

Chen Feng glanced at the Time Disk.

Though he had gathered many spiritual herbs along the way, there was still no trace of the elixir of longevity.

Difficult indeed!

"The master said that finding the elixir of longevity requires timing, luck, and strength."

"Could it be that the timing isn't right yet?"

Chen Feng couldn't help but frown.

The Hidden Dragon Secret Realm would only remain open for three days. If he failed to find it this time, there would be no further opportunity.

In truth, every time the Hidden Dragon Secret Realm opened, there were those who sought the elixir, but alas, the timing was never right, and luck was never on their side.

As for strength...

If the timing was off and the elixir remained hidden, what use was strength?

"Keep searching." Chen Feng refused to be disheartened.

He would never give up until the very last moment.

Just as Chen Feng was about to move on, his sharp senses detected a trace of eerie aura approaching. He immediately turned and fixed his gaze in its direction.

A ghostly black figure was closing in at an astonishing speed.

The figure moved almost soundlessly, and had it not been for Chen Feng's extraordinary perception, he might not have noticed it at all.

A glint of cold light flickered in Chen Feng's eyes as he grew wary. The figure's movements were erratic, shifting unpredictably in height and direction, making it nearly impossible to pin down.

An exceptionally advanced movement technique!

Before long, the black figure drew near, stopping ten meters away from Chen Feng.

The man had a gloomy countenance, his skin unnaturally pale as if untouched by sunlight for years. Clad entirely in black attire, his slender frame bordered on gaunt, as though a gust of wind could lift him away.

Though he stood there, there was an unsettling unreality about him—like countless overlapping phantoms flickering in and out of existence around his form, making him difficult to grasp.

"Quasi-Sect Heir of the Huntian Sect, the so-called Chen Feng with the inverse mortal body... A pleasure to meet you."

The black-clad youth's gloomy face twisted into a peculiar smile.

"Who are you?"

Chen Feng cut straight to the point.